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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Stone Angel" data-source="post: 702541" data-attributes="member: 5630">They had three days so they all made ready. The night before they rode out they were invited to dinner, by a Hector LeVay. He was one of the nobles they had saved during the start of their adventures together. The meal was splendid, he would not tell them what they were eating however, he was afraid they would not eat if they knew. They talked about politics, LeVays practice as a sage and scholar, the Crowe's nest, and the string of murders that had been occuring for some time. They ate and drank their fill and left sated.That was a moment that they will look back on some day, a critical juncuture, and none of them had a clue.The next morning they travelled to the the western gate where they met the emmissary from the church of Wee Jas. The Holy Warrior, Tartallion."Greetings, my companions. The Lady grants us favorable  travelling weather today." Tartallion said as they approached."Greetings to you also, and indeed it is a fine day to travel." said Lucas.After the introductions the party set off to the small town of Lake Bastion. It took them two and half days on horseback. Fulrik told them tales of the area, his families lands were but a days ride from this sleepy little town. When they arrived they found not the quite little town they had expected, but a ravaged village. Bodies lie in the street, buildings half destroyed, and everywhere the earth was upturned as if it had been plowed.  I shall return.....</blockquote>

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